Chapter 512. Could it be the side effects of the silver needle (first update)

Ji Mingqian suddenly opened his eyes wide, turned over, and accidentally knocked his knee against the corner of the table.

He frowned and took a sharp breath of cold air.

Jiang Yisheng’s concert tour, asking him to be the mystery guest, what a joke.

Without waiting for his response, Chen Xin urged, "Big BOSS, hello, are you listening?"

Ji Mingqian sat up, reaching to rub his knee, "I’m busy with something, I won’t go."

That agent of Jiang Yisheng must have lost her mind, asking him to go to Jiang Yisheng’s tour, aren’t they afraid of them trending online again.

On the other end of the phone, Chen Xin was slightly surprised, such a categorical refusal?

She asked in puzzlement, "Big BOSS, you even went to Male God Jiang’s autograph session last time; are you really not going to the concert tour?"

Moreover, hadn’t he mentioned a few days ago that he wanted to go to the tour? Now why didn’t he want to go?

Ji Mingqian picked up his cup and took a light sip of coffee, "I’m not going."

With that, he hung up the phone without any hesitation.

He threw his phone casually onto the table, Ji Mingqian ran his hands through his hair, inexplicably annoyed.

His dark, lustrous eyes inadvertently caught sight of the keychain on the desk; the silly-looking little lion forcefully seized his attention.

Ji Mingqian’s expression stalled, and he couldn’t help but fall into memories.

In the cool, water-like night, that person’s husky voice bit his ear, "Will you come to my tour?"

"Wrong, wrong."

"Why don’t you understand, why..."

The drawn-out tail sound, slightly hoarse, involuntarily entwined around his mind.

In a daze, that enticing voice almost dragged him into bewitchment; Ji Mingqian suddenly snapped back to reality, shook his head as if to throw that person out from his mind.

"Damn."

Ji Mingqian cursed lowly, reached out to open the drawer, took the keychain, and threw it in.

As soon as the drawer closed, there was a knock on the door.

"Knock knock knock—"

"The door’s unlocked."

After he spoke, Chu Chen pushed the door open, neatly dressed, clearly ready to step out.

"I’m heading to headquarters; do you want to come along?"

Ji Mingqian agreed without thinking, "I’ll change my clothes."

...

The night was cool, a fierce wind driving fine snow towards the capital.

In the bedroom, all the lights were out, so dark one couldn’t see their own hand.

In the darkness, the man on the bed suddenly opened his eyes.

Beneath the cold brows, his ink-black eyes were clear, a hint of enduring pain flitting through the depths.

Li Mochan looked at the person sleeping in his arms, carefully withdrawing his iron arm.

He reached for his robe and put it on, carelessly tying the belt around his waist, and walked quietly to the French windows.

After closing the window, the raging cold wind blew across his cheeks, barely suppressing that grinding sting.

Li Mochan massaged his temple; for two consecutive days, as soon as it was midnight, he would have a headache so severe he couldn’t sleep.

After a while, he exhaled a breath of stale air, his complexion slightly pale.

Li Mochan turned around, and unexpectedly bumped into the girl’s dark eyes, black as the night.

The one who should have been asleep was standing behind him, and he hadn’t noticed her until just now.

Seeing her clad in a thin nightgown, Li Mochan furrowed his brow, "It’s so cold outside, why did you come out?"

As he spoke, he moved a step forward, his tall figure shielding her against the bone-chilling cold wind.

Ye Jiuliang didn’t answer but instead asked, her gaze fixed intently on him, "What about you, what are you doing out here?"

Li Mochan was at a loss for words, "I..."

In the faint moonlight, the man’s pale face was fully captured in her eyes.

A dull ache grew silently in her heart; Ye Jiuliang took his hand, cold as porcelain jade, stiff from the cold, showing that he’d been standing there for a while.

Without rushing to question him, she held his hand to her lips and breathed on it, then rubbed his hands with her palms, trying to warm them.

Li Mochan looked down at her, the remaining pain at his temple fading away.

He curved his lips in a slight smile, grasped her hand, and with a strong pull, wrapped her into his embrace.

Her small face pressed against his chest, the icy touch sending a shiver through her.

So cold.

Ye Jiuliang showed a look of annoyance, saying fiercely, "Li Mochan, if you catch a cold tomorrow, see who will take care of you."

"Hehe."

The suppressed laughter grew louder as Li Mochan led her into the house.

The heater was on inside, gradually driving away the chill from their bodies.

Ye Jiuliang slapped his chest discontentedly, "You’re still laughing."

Throwing back the covers, Li Mochan hefted her into bed with him.

Ye Jiuliang grabbed his hand, pulling the conversation back on track, "What were you doing outside?"

After speaking, she added, "Tell the truth."

His penetrating gaze made it impossible to hide, and Li Mochan gently scraped her nose with his finger.

"I ate too much tonight, felt a bit sick to my stomach."

Ye Jiuliang narrowed her eyes slightly, "Shall I get you some stomach medicine then?"

Worried she might suspect something, Li Mochan nodded, "Okay."

Before his words had fully left his mouth, Ye Jiuliang’s tone suddenly turned cold, "Li Mochan, do you really think medicine can be taken so carelessly?"

Realizing she was getting somewhat angry, Li Mochan inwardly cursed, quickly thinking of a way to make amends.

Before he could speak, Ye Jiuliang withdrew her hand, "Anuo has gone back to Y country, I think I should go stay with her for a while."

"I have a headache." Li Mochan did not dare to keep hiding the truth, and laid it all out.

Ye Jiuliang let out a snort, clearly thinking he deserved a lesson.

She reached out to his wrist, "When did it happen?"

"Last night," Li Mochan answered truthfully. "It was just a headache for a while, then it was fine."

Last night?

Annoyance in Ye Jiuliang’s eyes deepened; if she hadn’t found out tonight, he probably would have kept it a secret from her.

"It doesn’t hurt now." Li Mochan held her hand, smiling in an attempt to appease her.

Ye Jiuliang shot him a sideways glance, her face taut, "Don’t give me that smirk."

Li Mochan was undaunted, and pinched her cheek, "Can’t you stop being mad? I admit my fault."

Ye Jiuliang pulled away his hand, "Lie down, I’ll press on it for you."

Li Mochan chuckled lowly, laying his head down on her lap.

Ye Jiuliang placed her hands on either side of his temples, gently massaging them.

The pressure was just right, neither too light nor too heavy, easing the lingering soreness.

Li Mochan’s deep, dark eyes gradually closed as sleepiness crept over him.

Only when he was deeply asleep did Ye Jiuliang withdraw her hands.

She looked down at the man’s peaceful sleeping face, worry surfacing in the depths of her eyes.

Could it be that the silver needle was starting to have side effects?

...

The door to the study was left open, and Mengzhu barged in, panic-stricken.

"Miss, Mr. Mo’s call."

Mark fell silent, closing the files in his hands.

Mo Su took the phone to her ear, a rare look of respect on her face, "Grandfather."

"Mo Su, I heard the party you hosted was a disaster, and even became a joke?" On the other end of the line, Elder Mo lay in his rocking chair, his half-closed eyes flashing with calculation.

Knowing she couldn’t hide anything from the old man’s informants, Mo Su didn’t bother to make excuses for herself.

She lowered her posture, "I apologize, Grandfather, I didn’t consider everything thoroughly this time."

Elder Mo showed little tolerance for her admission of guilt.